My Rosetta Stone Poem by Atef Ayadi

this not my angry voice,
an angry invoice, or my
french recipe.
i want to
burn my anger into
a stone
in three or four
languages
one of them is holographic.
i will make it look funny,
sweet,
organic wheat cookies,
and pleasant.
one may say,
it is illusive,
diabolical, or
simply, it is the mind.
i do not care,
i am an artist.
i am not bound
by
thieves and charlatan's morality.
and mainly when
a racist, a thieve, or a charlatan
thinks
i have no right
to express
the self.